I hold the knife

by TPak

  • Poetry
  • Dramatic

Published August 29, 2010

In My pent up aggression work

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Spoiler! :
This poem isn't about the same backstabber in my other ones. It's actually about all the people that harassed me throughout my grammar school years and what I wanted to happen to them. And no, I'm not talking about them dieing! I'm talking about a social death, the thing they did to me. So many times have I wished for them to move or for me to disappear

I hold the knife now.
It's as sharp as your criticism,
And it gleams like your evil eyes.
Your life is now in my destructive hands.
You look up and beg.
Tears spill over your teasing face,
But there isn't a cruel smile on your gossiping lips.

Guilt strikes me,
I dropped the knife.
Instead of clattering to the ground it soars through the air on it's own will.
I cover my eyes as it pierces your black heart.
I refuse to see how karma is dealing with it's victim,

Because it wasn't long ago that I was the one being punctured.
But mine was by hand,
By your hand.
I hear the wet thud of your metaphorical corpse.
I peered through my fingers,
A gasp escapes from my tight lips.
I stare down at my hands as if to see your blood.
Surprisingly, my hands are as clean as they were before.
But that doesn't prevent me from running from the crime scene.

I watch as your friends plot their vengeance against me.
They think I killed you.
Even though your death was not by my hand.

I sit back from my life
I watch the drama die as quickly as you did,
And I help the peace stay in place.
That was all I wanted,
And that was all you couldn't give me,
And now your old social life is dead.
Don't look at me to help you,
You're still dead to me.
You always will be.

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paperbackheart
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paperbackheart wrote a review Review · Mar 18, 2011

I don't see anything to change but the die to dies thing, other than a few personal changes. I absolutely love this. This poem is absoluetly great and can relate to many people. How many people wanted revenge and felt horrible after? I kind of knew it wasn't real death after the second line. I like the description. Oh high school drama is so interesting to read about. Good job!

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Kiaya
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Kiaya wrote a review Review · Mar 18, 2011

It was good. Brings back memories of times I wish I could have got revenge, but everytime I got the chance I would just think of the pain it caused me and I could never put anyone through that. I see nothing to fix, mabey seperate stanzas more? That is just what I might have done. But don't take my word for it.

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britishwannabe
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britishwannabe commented Comment · Oct 2, 2010

this is utter amazingness! i love the metaphor and how its kept through out the whole poem instead of just for one line or stanza. and we were just talking about how we can never carry out our revenge because of guilt

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XChangeX
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XChangeX commented Comment · Aug 30, 2010

I agree with everyone else. Your are a very talented writer. You will go far. I look forward to reading more of your stuff.

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Crimsona
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Crimsona commented Comment · Aug 30, 2010

This is a really powerful poem. I really like it, I can't actually find anything apart from what Jamie already said.

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Dr. Jamie Bondage
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Dr. Jamie Bondage commented Comment · Aug 30, 2010

I only saw one thing: "I watch as the drama die as quickly as you did"

It should be "dies"

Besides that, this is a really good, powerful poem. I loved the hidden meaning.

Great work! Keep it up,

Jamie

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Warrior Princess
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Warrior Princess commented Comment · Aug 30, 2010

This is a pretty powerful poem. I can relate to the situation described; revenge is a great feeling, but then you just can't bring yourself to do it. I can't really find much to nitpick, so instead i shall clap.



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